So rest is not an optionIt’s not an escapeAnd it’s not realStill, pain seeps into our dreams when we sleep

So we make our bedsAnd we make our homesAnd me make our rest

And we will continue to make more bedsAnd more homesAnd more restUntil none of us feel a needTo know of homesAnd not of homesTo know of restAnd not of rest

These homes and beds will be cementedIn a place no one else can build upon but youBut the tools to build,You need from others

It is in our heartsIn our loveWe are love

We have our hearts to live inAnd we will rest when weunderstand that suffering was never I, meSingularIf we feel painIf we hear painIf we see painIf we understand painAnd nothing is done, said, or thought about…?

A bystander in the face of eroding humanityIswhatYouAre

So we will make our rest

And in our bedsAnd in our homesThere will be no bystanders

Only love, compassion, solidarityThere will be joint homes and bedsVillages, evenOf people who love one anotherWho understand that so much loveIs the loudest acknowledgement of painLove will be silence of painLove will silence pain

Facebook. This is what is on my mindmy SOUL, if you dare ask

VOICES, do what you wish with thisPEOPLE, feel what you feel with this